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about dying, I'm invincible.
I own a major corporation.
My car's so fast I cannot see you in front of me.
Who cares about politics, who cares about my
troops
We still get noose up in the front or the back of the bus
Even got Rosa Parks throwing middle fingers at us
The Bastard child of Civil Rights
Never
Oh ohh oh ohh
I took for granted of you, baby
I was too blind to see
That every thing I ever wanted
Was right in front of me
I played around with
yesterday
Her sacrifices made
Will someday set you free, set you free?
She will not betray
Her promises in front of god naively prayed,
After years of living
so hard before I hit the stage
One step away from the front page
[Chorus: Mark Ant]
Winter on Mason
Work in the basement
When we got hit the k9’s never
front of me in class
One day I noticed heavy make up on her wrist when she passed papers back
After class, I approached her and I asked about it
She
chillin at the house
You don't really want no problems, all you do is run your mouth
Niggas like you front hard screamin' you wanna beef
Til' niggaz see you
still trynna stunnt and front BIATCH
you dont even roll im a blunt uh
To tu pana se curan contigo y tu mirando
A otra dimensión y en la playa tiene una
through the traffic crazy tryna
Get a bag of hazy
Might catch me in the front row seat
For the Nets vs magic
All I had to do was ask McGrady (T-Mac)
Been
Now they've been stuck in front of a screen streaming or another
And they've been so sucked in because that's their demeanor
Yeah, they've been
front on the bro
Niggas spinnin' right back (Right back)
That's facts
I cannot play, got no time for no rats
They hatin' on me so I'm watchin' my back
So
montagnes d'immondices
On sort de l'ombre et maintenant, on brille
Gucci, Fendi, espèce de don-bi
En Louis Vuitton, je mets un front kick
Coup de pied
Or I give it to you in a slide show
Gotta get a good seat in the front row
Maybe after this you'll take notes
Don't fuck with niggas that's taking off
let me wear
I almost flew down a flight of steps to open up that front door
No one there but the neighbor kids and my heart sunk deep into the floor
He
always on the front line
I've been getting what's mine leaving hope for the grind
For those who soul searching
Hope you know, it starts with the mind
the heart of my lover
Knocking on my own front door
Somebody tell that guy to get out of my mirror
Living in the corners of my eyes
Because every time I turn
J'ai la veine au front, j'vais les balafrer
T'as la boule au ventre, quand on part au front
T'as la boule au ventre, hein, les grosses baltringues
don't show how poor I am
Pay another taxi now it's just me in the front seat
Hey driver take me somewhere south
Västerbron I hate walking on you
It's six
tables like I'm Dee
The whole family jump don't leap, Should've seen how we did that nigga, In front of my aunt nene
Yeah slide an get em gone slime
I
with people just 'cause it's funny to us.
You don't need your things 'cause we've got all we need right in front of me,
And we'll set the scene I'll
resist
I know you're longing inside
For my love tonight
Baby, you know it's true
So why fantasize alone?
The real thing's right in front of you
It's
To front the sounds in the public eye was your sense of the security
Now you're gone we justify yor lie, ain't that the way it's meant to be?
Guilty you
mistress
4 inna de morning deh a restaurant, all a de woman dem a stand inna front
Zulu man a come with the entourage, dem give we people dem whatever we
You cut me deep
Just like they all said you would
Thought we were good
Thought we were good
Until you broke me down
In front of a crowded room
I was
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